Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 110: Promotion to Gold
The good thing is that this tall and thin figure actually gave him some material, and it was purple material.

This time, Zhang Jingtian hoped that everything in this dream was real.

At least the value of this purple card is higher than his vehicle card.

At worst, you can just make a better vehicle card after you get out.

【Ghost】(Purple).

It wasn't a tall and thin figure, but a ghost.

However, descriptions like ghosts are very versatile and seem to be able to be integrated into various horror folk tales.

With the addition of the starving ghost, Zhang Jingtian felt that if he put some more together, he could almost make a new card.

However, what he was most anxious about now was how he should get out.

As someone who is so familiar with folk stories, Zhang Jingtian quickly realized that perhaps their initial thinking was wrong.

"Is it possible that this ghost doesn't want to kill anyone, but just wants to escape?"

"Perhaps the most problematic thing is the frame itself, which wants to trap us here. Perhaps, from outside, we have become the characters in the frame."

Zhang Jingtian's idea was obviously something that his three heroic spirits had not thought of.

But when I heard Zhang Jingtian say this, I suddenly felt that it made sense.

"Master, you are so smart!" Yingning's eyes showed admiration.

However, Zhang Jingtian did not laugh. Although he guessed the function of the picture frame, the problem was how he could get out!
He suspected that as time passed, he would gradually become one with the painting.

At this moment, Zhang Jingtian even hoped that the man outside could immediately go to the association for help.

However, Zhang Jingtian also knew that if he just prayed for others to save him, he would basically be waiting to die.

"Perhaps we can try the direction in which the ghost escaped."

The heroes obviously agreed with the opinions put forward by Zhang Jingtian.

So everyone ran in the direction of the ghost.

At first, Zhang Jingtian felt as if he was spinning in circles, because the surrounding scenery seemed to have not changed at all.

But then Zhang Jingtian discovered that it was not that there was no change, but that the surrounding scenery had become unreal.

The mountains, sky, sunlight and birds have all been transformed from three-dimensional images into textures.

They have been reduced in dimension!
As for Zhang Jingtian himself, after he lowered his head, he found that his body was also beginning to become gradually flat.

Maybe before long, he will become a two-dimensional cartoon character.

Yingning came directly to Zhang Jingtian's side: "Master, please sit on it, and go faster!"

At this time, Zhang Jingtian no longer hesitated and directly rode on Yingning.

This was also his first time riding a fox, and the feeling was very different.

Yingning took it and ran quickly.

The only thing to be thankful for was that his three heroic spirits were not affected.

But it is also possible that, as cards, they are two-dimensional themselves.

Just when the men and children outside were about to fall asleep, Zhang Jingtian saw hope.

He saw something that looked like a picture frame.

Except that thing was right on the edge of the cliff.

This means that if he wants to escape, he must cross this bottomless cliff.

And no one knows whether this is a trap.

"Master..." Yingning under his crotch said hesitantly.

She was very worried that after they fell down, they would face the abyss from which there was no escape.

However, Zhang Jingtian did not hesitate at all now.

If he stayed, he would become part of the portrait.

For him, this was a result even more difficult to accept than death.

So Zhang Jingtian made the decision without hesitation.

He had to cross over, he had to get out of here. "Let's fly over!"

Zhang Jingtian said loudly.

Then Yingning nodded, jumped up, and drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Now she no longer looks like a fox, but more like a flying dragon.

Zhang Jingtian’s worry that they might crash mid-flight did not happen.

It was just an endless fog, and the span was much farther than he had expected.

And Yingning now looks like she can't hold on any longer.

At this time, Zhang Jingtian directly took back the Painted Skin and Loulan, and then mobilized all his mental power and blessed Yingning with them.

Zhang Jingtian felt like his brain was about to explode.

Fortunately, he managed to hold on and avoided the tragedy of falling to the ground due to lack of mental strength when he was about to reach the finish line.

They landed safely on the living room floor.

They came out, out of the frame.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jingtian finally showed a relieved and relaxed smile on his face.

When the man saw Zhang Jingtian coming out, he burst into tears of joy:
"You finally came out! Brother, you, you came out! Wait, why did you faint?!"

……

Zhang Jingtian didn't faint, he just fell.

Falling into his own card-making space.

He knew that he was about to make a breakthrough.

It was strange, he felt like a genetic lock in his body had opened.

Then he saw the man again.

No, it should be said that it was a god, a being he had seen when he was drawing the human skin drum.

At this time, Zhang Jingtian unconsciously walked towards the other party.

Although he didn't know whether this guy had any ill intentions towards him.

But Zhang Jingtian knew very well that it would be effortless to crush such a being to death.

So he didn't need to worry or be afraid.

The being that could be called God grew an arm from under her collar.

The arm, still stained with blood, pierced through his head.

Yes, Zhang Jingtian could clearly see that the other party's finger pierced through his head from his forehead.

But he didn't feel any pain at all.

But Zhang Jingtian felt that a chain in his body seemed to have been opened prematurely.

Afterwards, the existence of that ghost became increasingly vague. Only when Zhang Jingtian took a last look at it did he see that its body was entangled in countless iron chains, and there were even talismans stuck on those chains.

Zhang Jingtian began to suspect that this thing was willing to help him, perhaps just because it needed to come through him?

Or is it that only the mythological stories of the Dragon Kingdom have disappeared in the card-making world and cannot be obtained in the secret realm. Is there another hidden story?

Then Zhang Jingtian woke up from the card-making space.

He knew that he had broken through to the Gold One Star level.

He can now try to make spell cards.

And he vaguely realized that he seemed to have learned to evolve ahead of time.

This should be an ability that only platinum card makers can unlock.

And this should be related to that ghost.

But at the moment, Zhang Jingtian is unable to verify his guess.

(End of this chapter)